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by leesamess



Category: Haikyuu!!
Genre: Corruption Kink, F/M, Loss of Virginity, Not Beta Read, Oral Sex, Porn With Plot, Porn stars au, VERY UNREALISTIC porn industry depiction, Vaginal Fingering, assplay
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-02-23
Updated: 2021-02-23
Packaged: 2021-03-14 04:07:32
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,271
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29661510
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/leesamess/pseuds/leesamess
Summary: You’re broke. Oh, so broke.Adulthood is nothing as you’ve thought, definitely not as you fantasized, and way harder to make through. And, in the end, it has come to this.Porn.
Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader
Comments: 2
Kudos: 54





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**Author's Note:**

> This work contains DEFLORATION PORN. 
> 
> Oh my gosh, this was NOT RESEARCHED. I do not even TRY to make this accurate. It’s just the personification of some horny thoughts about Seijoh pornstars and specifically Iwaizumi Hajime being a gentleman as he deflowers you on camera. 
> 
> Old work brought to AO3 from my Tumblr @/messwriting.

You’re broke. Oh, _so broke._

Adulthood is nothing as you’ve thought, definitely not as you fantasized, and way harder to make through. Both your parents are living on their savings after being let out of their jobs and you’re drowning in debt while you try to get an education and, well, _live_. Even working double shifts, you’re behind on all your payments and, in the end, it has come to this.

_Porn._

Not the normal amateur porn, fucking in a hotel or whatever as someone uploads it online; not the onlyfans thing too, where you’d be catering subscribers while putting regular content, no. More _immediate_ than that and a bit more embarrassing too - defloration porn. Because despite being in your twenties, you’re still a virgin and that sweet historical patriarchy archetype of being a maiden has to buy you at least some money now, as you’re not exactly having a line of suitors, or the time and disposition to even cultivate a relationship past the hooking up kind. You work two shifts, you study, and while certainly nice, fucking isn’t very high on your priority list. 

And now, you guess it was for the best, as you negotiate your coveted maidenhood with a specialized brand that does just that, take _maidenhoods_ \-- in which is a weird shit, but hey, whatever rocks people’s boats and get you nicely paid in a literal one-time thing.

When everything is settled and someone is doing the paperwork you’ll have to sign, the old man, Irihata, looks at you with a playful expression and tells you he likes you, so he’ll let you _choose_. Whatever the fuck that means. 

You do discover what it means soon after, as someone knocks on the door and Irihata tells whoever that they can come in. And then a whole fucking crew gets in, five massive men passing through the door and settling in at the space of the office… though, _tightly_.

Your eyebrows shut up in surprise that is very clear in your face while the guys inside divide themselves into smirking and brooding, no in between, but with some doing both. You look back at Irihata, and the old man just signals to the dudes in the middle of his office with an open hand, business smile on his face as he tells you to “choose”.

“What?”

“It’s quite a thing, I’d think, to have your first time also being the first time you’re on camera, reason why I thought some freedom would be okay. At least on your partner.”

It’s… nice, you guess, maybe even thoughtful. You have no idea if that’s the normal or not, but well, what’s that saying? _Don’t look at the given horse_ , or whatever. So you turn around again and check the five hunks of men spread over the office, and you have to say your look is appreciative. As if they’re not sure you know them - _you don’t_ \- they exchange some looks and the pretty brunette is the first to speak.

“Hey, pretty girl. I’m Oikawa Tooru, resident top-rated pornstar.” He’s pretty and hot, which you suppose it’s a fucking hit. The air around him is fresh and carefree, overconfident and honestly, it leaves you a bit weary of him. You’ve talked with Irihata about everything, a newbie but not stupid, and did a fuckton of research on the big leap you were going to do, reason why you’re conscient that your partner _matters_ \-- not only because he’ll literally take your virginity, but also because he’ll prepare you for it and god, you need to choose wisely.

Your eyes thread through the men even as Oikawa keeps talking, a shorter and broader man by his side punching his arm and telling him to shut up. You smile a bit at that, and the dark-haired male goes back to frowning in place even as his eyes flash a beautiful, warm green over you.

“Don’t mind him, he just likes to _talk._ ” The taller of the bunch speaks, dragging your attention. He looks sharp, and honestly a bit threatening, something about him making your mind decide he isn’t the one right away, as he feels as a handful and you meant it in more ways than one. “I’m Matsukawa Issei.”

You know you’re right because you know that _name_ , and you know his _stage_ name and there’s no way you’re deciding to have your first time with Mattsun _Cockhorse_ Issei. The tall strawberry blonde by his side snickers as if he read your mind, his mouth quirking up with amusement and wicked intention, his eyes shining sinfully as his hand plays with the lollipop he carries in his mouth. “I’m Takahiro Hanamaki, but you can call me whatever you want, though.”

A loud snort sounds on the other side, and the shorter of the older-looking bunch, the one who punched Oikawa, tries to hold his amusement by frowning again. “I’m Iwaizumi.”

He just nods to you and crosses his arms, calm and steady, and even as the younger, shorter and animalistic blonde by the corner introduces himself as Kyoutani in a growl, you have already decided. 

Iwaizumi, for all his frowning, looks _reliable_ ; safe, even, as he stands unmoving as a rock by the side of all the towering man and still seems to hold an air of command. You don’t really know how to pinpoint exactly what, but to you he’s different from the rest, and it has nothing to do with how massive his arms look or how broad his shoulders seem -- though those are nice things to consider, you think. 

You feel suddenly rather shy to choose so openly, and you turn to Irihata as you voice Iwaizumi’s name, deciding not to worry with the looks that the men could give you and surprising yourself as they leave before you can hear the cheers and teasing going on outside. 

Everything goes rather fast from there. 

You sign papers _after_ reading them completely, receive your first check and is soon swept by a young, quite smiley-looking boy who takes you to where the preparations will be done, and two ladies wait for you. They make you shower, then make your hair and makeup, check your depilation in what has to be the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you _(well, until that moment, you suppose)_ and soon you’re passing through doors and stepping into a room ready to film -- and still looking emptier than you expected.

There’s only one man there, a bored-looking young dude with his black hair in a bowl cut, and Iwaizumi and that’s it. 

There are multiple lights settled around the bed in static posts, a big but apparently easy to move videocamera, and a huge microphone hanging from the ceiling. The bed is big and made, with fluffy pillows supported on its headboard.

Your eyes drag forcefully from it to focus on Iwaizumi, standing on it’s side wearing comfortable sweats and a tight fit dark shirt -- and fuck, he looks _good_. You know looks are not really that important on the whole porn scene (for men) but that doesn’t seem to be the case around this specific company.

Iwaizumi waits for you with a fierce expression but a welcoming one, and his hand spreads over to you, which you take and let him guide you past the cameras and into the small space in front of the bed. Your heart is beating on your head, thumping sound deafening and tiresome as your whole being trembles in the anxiety of what may be the biggest mistake of your life but _definitely_ is the most insane thing you’ve ever done.

Iwaizumi’s fingers tip your head up as if he’s checking on you and you try a smile but it come out weird even as you feel your face muscles moving, but the way in which the corners of his lips turn up give you some, very scarce calm. You don’t know him and you’re about to fuck him on a camera for _money_. 

_Oh god._

As you start hyperventilating, you think Hajime notices your anxious crisis and step in by making you turn your back to the cameras and just see him and the weirdly nice wall behind him illuminated by the light setting but other than that, no cameras, no sound. He puts his big hands over your shoulders and look you in the eye as he starts to mimic a adequate breathing. 

“In and out,” he tells you and sucks air with you, holds it and you only let go when he does. “Yes, in and out.”

When the crisis is averted, he lets you there breathing and turn to talk with the other men in the room, whispering things you can’t hear and don’t care as your heart seems to finally stop trying to beat out of your chest. When Iwaizumi comes back, he slowly turns you around with a kind smile, and you realize that the light has slightly dimmed - very lowly - and the men is setting on a distant side with the camera. 

It could be kind, if it wasn’t porn.

“The mic above us is going to be turned on in a few seconds, right as that light behind the things becomes red. Then, Kunimi is starting.”

“Kunimi?” You ask, dumbly, because you need to focus on something else than the fact you’re on countdown, apparently.

“The camera dude.” Iwaizumi still answers, with a short smile. 

That makes you remember, “Wait, what’s your name again?” 

Hajime’s smile is funny, as if he can’t truly believe you’ve forgotten, but you explain him quickly, “You’ve only said Iwaizumi.”

“Oh,” slips past his mouth and you have the recurring thought that he is very handsome, “It’s Hajime. Iwaizumi Hajime.”

As you tell him your name back, he only nods and smiles softly, as if he knew but still thinks it’s both reassuring and nice to let you go on your tangents. A beat passes as Kunimi moves and then you see the flash of red behind the parafernalia and Iwaizumi shifts in front of you, the protective aura slipping out as something more sharp and alert makes its way into his beautiful face. It threatens to scare you for the smallest of moments but then you’re looking deep in those greens of his eyes and they’re warm as a summer day, glinting with kindness and care. 

You’d be lying if it doesn’t make you melt, a little.

“I’ll disrobe you know, ok?” Iwa tells you, his fingers carefully threading on the edges of your robe. His voice is nice, deep and secure and you find yourself leaning on it as a way to focus but also just flow through the motions, so you nod, shyly, as your whole face burns in shame.

Iwa looks at you for a bit, something nice in his pretty eyes, and then his fingers thread through the soft material of your robe and it folds out and then slide down to pull on your feet, leaving you in nothing but sexy, teal colored, underwear.

Hajime seems to sigh, content, and he lets his eyes rake through your body appreciatively, his tongue pressing on his lower lip before slipping back into his mouth and it fall into a big smile.

“Gorgeous.” He tells you and it’s a shock, but you believe him, lost in the weird spell of those forest green eyes.

He helps you into the bed as Kunimi moves around with the camera, motioning for you to look that specific side, which you oblige -- you have no plan of looking experienced, so you let your eyes fall low, as the idea of the picture on camera makes you tremble in fear, but the image of Iwaizumi’s hands softly threading your sides actually manage to pull you back from it, relaxing into the soft cushions where you’re lying.

Hajime drops by your side, in one of the best positions to record and you try to stop your train of thought to go to the final product. His hand is big and his fingers thick as they glide over your bra and your eyes go to his face where he smiles down at you and bend to caress your jaw with his nose. 

“Just relax, ok?” It’s barely a murmur, made only for you to hear and your pulse quickens before it settles, “Tell me if anything it’s wrong and remember that you can cry out, and also try to let the view open to the camera.” It’s nothing, just a small reminder tied with kindness, but you hold it way too close to your heart as you nod your agreement and breathe deeply, trying to channel some resemblance of calm into your being as Hajime starts to kiss along the expanse of your neck. 

He nibbles at your collarbone as his fingers work softly down the straps of your lingerie before he comes back up and looks you in the eyes before kissing you in the mouth. His lips are small, a bit hard even if they’re supple and you find yourself enjoying it, your body charged as his fingertips dip at the cups of your bra and slowly thread on your breasts. 

You’re a virgin, okay, but that doesn’t mean you’re inexperienced and you focus on the motions you recognize, tries to enjoy the patterns of touching and kissing that you actually know. It helps that he’s actually pretty good at it, too.

His tongue is warm and deft, threading along yours until your body is warming up even against the air conditioning pouring cold in the room. His hands come behind you to find your bra hook and you let him, experience showing in the way he handles the thing easily and free you from it as the kiss keep going. He seems to be pleased with the way your body trembles from his kiss, so he breaks it and starts to slowly peck his way downwards.

He licks and bite at your jawline; thread down your neck and pulsepoint, come back around to nuzzle the skin above your chest and leave a little kiss at the corner of your shoulder. The whole thing seems charged with a different electricity and suddenly you barely remember the face there’s someone recording this and the several steps you’ve made to get where you are to begin with. Warmth seeps from your hips and you realize then that one of his hands is threading along the side of your body reassuringly and you can’t help but melt a little into his touch. Iwa pulls the bra out, spends some time staring at your breasts before his big hand palm at it and he sighs, audibly praising, “Beautiful tits.”

The embarrassment stings but it’s also soothed by the way that he moves into a new position, his head right on top of your chest as he starts to deposit kisses along your skin, bitting softly at the flesh of your mounds and sucking at your nipples until noises are flowing freely from your lips -- more than sighs, but groans and sometimes more than that as you openly whine.

You’re lying stretched on the bed as Iwa moves along. He slides some more above you, his hands and mouth weapons against your shyness. His fingers dig on the flesh of your hips, and his mouth attentive as it glides down from your chest to your belly, your legs closed but your mound still achievable and unprotected by the thin, soft, lingerie’s underwear.

He plays with you through the fabric first, the tip of his indicator drawing nice, lazy circles on the top of your cunt. His mouth and teeth working along the underside of your boobs, sucking your nipple until the insides of his hot mouth on occasion.

It’s not something completely new, but it’s definitely good. His hands start pulling your underwear down after he plays with you more, this time making sure to open your legs before and after to land a good shot.

As your underwear is discarded and your legs are wide open, Hajime smiles up to you as he threads his fingers forcefulyl through your side, then his palm slides against the soft pouch at your lower stomach and then along the top of your naked sex. It’s familiar, in a way, the motions of his hands on your lower parts -- you’ve pleased yourself before, you’ve caressed yourself like that. But it’s a different thing to have hot, calloused big hands doing that for you and you’re swallowing the lump in your throat that seems oddly warm.

And then his fingertips slide across your slit.

You’re _wet_ and Iwaizumi sighs by your side, a small smile pressed against your skin and you forget -- once more -- that this is supposed to be _porn_.

There’s someone _watching_ as his fingers thread back and forth at the apex of your slit and press, lightly, on your clit. As if one small glide was all it took for him to locate it and now he’s done at his small recon. Your head jerks back at the pleasure rush, but Iwaizumi keeps going steadily, securely, _reliable_.

“Breathe,” He murmurs to you at some point as your breaths mingle with the noises you make, as if you don’t know that you need to do it, but then again you obey him because apparently, you did forget to do so. His caress goes, and go and go until you’re breathing heavily, his lips enjoying the long expanse of flesh and the closeness of your breasts for them to kiss and suck as his finger keeps gliding up and down along your pussy lips. Two of his fingers press your outer lips together, the pressure nice and lacking as he plays with you as if you’re his nice new toy and he’s discovering your settings.

And soon enough he tells you he's going to take a good look at you now. You do get embarrassed at how eagerly you spread your legs open for him, as far as you can, the most you’ve ever done for someone in your life.

Hajime lets out a breath as he sees you, his hands behind your knee to hold you broad to what you realize then it’s the camera.

It's so mortifying, the shame making your body tremble and burn in place and it's a whole pandora box to discover the idea makes a renewed wave of wetness drip from your walls and to his prodding fingers opening your pussy fully out to the lens.

Iwaizumi sees the contractions of your sex tight in front of his eyes, his lips parting in a pleased grin much as his cheeks fire with red.

He bends over you, pulls your body to stay at the edge of the bed as he kneels on the ground and then his mouth is kissing and sucking at the flesh of your inner thighs. And he soon is closing it at your sex.

He eats you out sloppily on _purpose_.

Let's the saliva pool on the lips of your sex and drip through the arch of your crotch to slip through your ass. His fingers thread along the outer part of your pussy, carefully, _intently_ , as if he has the complete idea of what it does to you; as if he understands perfectly that it sparks pleasure through your nerves and flashes white in your brain, that it makes you melt and _meow_ out, sucking loud breaths and yelping groans as he seems to just map it out all the places that make you burn. 

There's something inside you boiling and climbing and it's both parts amazing and horrifying to think it's an orgasm.

But Hajime _knows_. And so he stops, lets you breathe as you keep dripping constantly with your legs open and visible for the camera to catch as your pussy glints.

Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to get up and step out of his clothes. First his shirt and then the sweatpants as he shows up suddenly bare in front of you, and you’re not at all ready for the wonder that is Iwaizumi Hajime naked. Hard planes of muscle in supple flesh with big, broad… _everything_. Your eyes fall on his middle and it makes you gulp, just at the one look at the hard cock between his legs, standing daring in half-mast, already big and daunting, girthy as a fist, and for a moment worry plants itself in your chest as you panic that you may have chosen wrong here.

One of Hajime’s big, powerful hand closes around his cock for a moment, pumps it lazily as the other thread over his muscular pecs and chest before falling by his side. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight, resolve solidifying that nope, you did _not_.

He comes back to settle between your spread thighs and starts back up, with careful, unhurried strokes of fingers and fleeting tongue. His fingertip dips briefly inside your tight, virgin entrance but it opens for him, easy and pliant in the pleasure igniting your body. Hajime’s tongue comes down to mimic the motions and places from his finger was as it slides further down south until it finds _another_ wet place right there, in between the parts of your ass and it circles around that furl of muscle much as it did the rest.

You feel sensory overload at the lights, and the situation, and the men and the tongue and the finger slowly prodding your newest discovered pleasure zone. So, you close your eyes and focus on _feeling_ as it slowly presses on your ass, and his tongue breaches very carefully the ring of your virgin cunt. 

The pressure is slow and constant and pleasing and when Iwaizumi’s mouth slides up and he closes his lips on your clit, your body arches prettily from the bed. Someone murmurs something in the far side of your conscience as Iwaizumi’s hands try to keep a hold on your knees and maintain you _open_ wide.

You’re lost to it as you feel your walls clench and constrict, pleading for something they've never had. 

Everything is hot but the room is cold and goosebumps erupt on your arms as you moan and it almost gets out as Hajime’s name. Whatever it is you’re pleading for, he listens; somewhere in the corners of your conscience, you feel as if he always does. Your muscles strain for the stretch of your legs, but Iwaizumi moves you around enough in a way that has his shoulder and arm aiding in maintaining you in open view, while still able to use both hands on you.

The finger drawing small circles in your ass feels emboldened and thead slowly deeper as his other hand busies itself with caressing back at your slit, wetting the long fingers enough to make the small pressure of its tips on your cunt an easy fit. Your mouth is open in a cacophony of breaths and whines as you feel weirdly full and also completely lacking.

The finger pressing inside your ass feels impossible big and long, the fingertip on your pussy not enough. And inside of you, it keeps building, this small snowball of pleasure that keeps growing as it rolls through your veins. Iwaizumi seems pleased until you groan and rock back against his hands, eyes pressed close as you find darkness more welcoming and way less disconcerting. So you don’t see but feel as Iwa’s tongue circles your clit and his lips closing around it, sucking your pleasure nerve inside his mouth as his tongue attacks it, and your eyes snap open as you scream, “Oh my god, _ohmygod_ , I’m coming, i’m coming, _cominnn_ \-- _aaaah_!” 

And he lets you.

You seize and you crash, trembling as the snowball hits and blows, waves of it spreading through your senses as Iwaizumi finds a way to keep your legs wide open even as your muscles strain and undoubtedly the camera catches the unmistakable way in which your virgin pussy clenches, trembles, and gush.

While you come down from what has to be the biggest orgasm you've ever had, Iwaizumi’s hand caress the back of your thighs fondly and he smiles at you, energized. 

"Now you're ready."

Your eyes snap to his cock immediately, where it tilts up with the attention and his arousal keeps leaking down his shaft. Somehow it seems even bigger than before, standing there red and angry with a voluminous head in a long, wide length.

And even as it's very daunting, you signal yes with your head and move to your side, Hajime positioning himself behind you and holding your tired legs open -- perfect angle for a nice, broad view. 

He kisses you again and it feels like it lasts for hours, the nervousness slipping out through the edges as he keeps holding you open with one hand and with the other holds his cock in his fist and ruts it softly, carefully, against you, wetting himself and his shaft repeatedly for as long as the kiss last.

Your mind is in suspended disbelief as Hajime finally breaks the kiss, deep green eyes staring at you through the edges of his black pupils and a silent question flows in the air. 

You nod and he kisses you again, slowly, as the head of his cock positions itself at your unblemished entrance, and start to press inside.

It feels like you're bursting at the seams, your breath catching in your throat, because of something way too big sliding in something way too little but Iwaizumi threads slow, constant press of his hips against your tight entrance making it yield and stretch. And while it burns, small pain pricking in your limbs and filling your eyes, Iwaizumi hands slide under you to reach around your body and slowly thread unrelenting circles against your clit.

It mixes, the pain and the pleasure and soon enough Iwa stops, definitely not completely inside, and kisses the side of your face as he murmurs, "Breathe deeply and exhale, ok?” He says it so nicely you’d think you haven’t been breathing this whole time, then he nuzzles your face and kisses where he can reach, “It's gonna hurt now but it's not going to last, I promise."

You nod in a hazy and obey him, sucking air to your lungs ad if it’ll soothe the burning in your sex, but the warning doesn't really register until his hips press with more force, one of his hands digging in your hip and front, as suddenly, he’s sliding all the way inside.

The poor amount of air you sucked in flies from your mouth in a one-way out, a loud pained sound in it as you feel the burn and throb in your insides at the invasion. Iwaizumi doesn’t move, but his fingers keep drawing circles on your clit, soothing and teasing.

As he promised, the aching dulls into a small throb but it spikes again as he pulls out, stays a second too long out, and then finds his way inside again. You feel something soft on your cheek as your teeth press together from the aching stretch, and realize it’s his lips. You feel the need to relay your pain to him, your mouth finding his and your teeth seizing his bottom lip in a small, painful bite. Iwaizumi gruffs and groans, eyes snapping to yours, but he smiles. 

And more importantly, he lets you hurt him as the pain in you flares and subsides at each and every press and pull of his hips. It seems to go forever and then it stops, something building weirdly through the pain as Hajime fingers keep brushing your clit and his other hand closes on your breast. His legs are holding you open, and the slide is wet, dripping, by both your wetness and what must be blood. 

You don't know when, but the dulling pain mixes with something growing inside of you, turns good and you're back on earnest moans as Hajimes cock keeps thrusting in and out of the sopping mess of your once virgin cunt. 

It feels so good, and then it feels even _better_ and at some point you earnestly forget whats going on besides the frantic fucking and chasing of your high once again, this time on his fat, big cock as it _drills_ inside you again and again in search of precious high.

Hajime _warns_ you of his pleasure by the way his hand holds you harder, nails biting in your skin and you do the same for him, pressing your palms and nails on his shoulders and arms and soon enough he groans, pulls you impossibly closer and fucks you even harder. 

" _Shit_ , i'm close."

The words do something to you because then you're the one who keeps repeating it. 

" _Yesss_ ,” you hiss, the pleasure something unbridled and unknown as it aches inside your walls even as you climb closer to the skies. “Close, close, _close_ , i'm _close_."

You _feel_ it before he _tells_ you, as his hips stills, and his cock throbs inside your walls. It's hot, and _oh so good_ , and somehow Hajime maintains his mind enough to not stop the circles on your clit and soon enough it's you who seize, screams and thrash, the second orgasm way more devastating than the first as you feel constricted and spread and _aching_ , oh god so _full_.

Someone speaks again, outside the bubble where you float and Hajime seems to answer and move a bit back, your legs trembling from the effort of how spread they are; but you just stay there, soaring the clouds in a massive wave that seizes your body and stops your mind for some time. 

When you come back down, Hajime is by your side, kissing the spanse of your neck and shoulder, and looking weirdly proud. He finally slips out of you, a small pang grounding your mind as you look down and see the defloration proof all over his thick, sleepy cock. And truth to the scene you’ve been filming, Kunimi is not very distant from the bed, capturing in his lens the way Hajime’s cum must dribble out of your pussy, thick and warm, and maybe red with blood. 

You throw your head back in mortifying shame at what just happened and how good it was, your face burning so high you’re fairly certain your brain can melt from your ears. Hajime is snickering by your side, mouth pressed against your arm.

“Hey, now it’s done.” He grins and you heart faults, your blood pooling in your cheeks. “So, how was it?" 

You try to answer but gasp with the air you pull to speak, mouth dry and tongue like sand, and he _laughs_.

"Great," it still comes hoarse, and you burn brighter in shame at the repeated proof of the pleasure he gave you for your first time… _**on camera**_. _Oh my god did you even see the dude there after Hajime’s mouth worked his magic?_ You growl something, and he laughs some more, and it infects you enough that your guard lowers. 

"I don't suppose I can ask for your number?" Slips past your lips with the intention of being humorous, but Iwaizumi’s stare seems to _burn_ and _darken_ , his lips tilting in a surprised but pleased smirk.

"Good," he tells you, playfull and red in the face, as if he didn’t fuck two orgasms out of you -- and for your first time too!

"I was just wondering how to ask yours."


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